a/n: i fucking hate this. i forgot how to make insta posts 😭
posted August 01, 2024
jalenofficial: happy birthday to my handsome boyfriend. the most amazing, fun, sweet, caring and hilarious human i’ve ever met. i’m so blessed to have you in my life, and by my side. i hope you enjoy your special day, i love you! 💋🎂
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A/n: this shit is so ass ngl LMAO sorry if some of the wording doesn't make sense i'm exhausted and I refuse to download grammerly! Also I hope I didn't screw up the hockey scenes I know NOTHING about the sport
In which.. Y/n and Chris decide to keep their relationship out of the public eye. What happens when they decide to go to a hockey game and they appear on the kiss cam on live television..?
You and Chris shuffle through the crowds of excited hockey fans trying to find your seats. Chris leads with one of his hands behind him, allowing for you to take hold of it so you don't get lost amidst the swarm of people.
Eventually, you two make it to your designated seats. You sit down waiting for the game to start, Chris's arm drapes over your shoulder "you excited?" he turns to you with a toothy grin. To be honest you could care less about the game, you didn't even know which teams were playing tonight. You still wanted to come with Chris though, knowing it'd make him happy. "Yeah! Can't wait! Also.. who are we rooting for again?" Chris laughs, leaning in and placing a kiss on your temple.
As he starts explaining, the screens in the middle of the arena started counting down and the lights dim. The crowd starts cheering, awaiting the players to come into view. Chris stops speaking immediately, his eyes widened and glued onto the ice. You smile at his excited expression and turn your head to one of the screens.
The lights of the arena came back up as the sports commentator announced the first team. "WELCOME TO THE ICE THE BOSTON BRUINNSSSSSS" The crowd went wild! People were jumping, screaming, waving their arms around in support. "WOOOOOO" Chris cheered clapping his hands together. The opposing team was also announced, it was the other half of the arena's turn to cheer.
The game soon started, the opposing team taking the lead. The people in the stands were on the edge of their seats, watching the puck glide around the ice waiting for it to go into one of the goals. One of the players from the opposing team scored a goal. Half the crowd started cheering, the other half kept quiet out of respect but still had sour looks on their faces.
Your boyfriend sucked his teeth, using one hand to rub his chin in frustration. "c'mon c'mon" Chris muttered under his breath as the game continued. He was watching the game with intensity, his eyes never leaving the ice.
Soon enough the Bruins made a goal, the score was now 1-1. Much to everyone's disliking the game paused for an intermission. People got up to use the bathroom, grab something to eat, stretch their legs, trying to use the short break to the best of their ability not wanting to miss anything.
You yawned, head leaning against your boyfriend's shoulder. "what? ya bored already?" He smirked down at you. "no no just uhm..." Chris laughed at you failing to find an excuse, holding you close to him. The screens in the middle of the arena changed, it went from the arena's name to a white page with the words KISS CAM in pink letters and hearts around it.
"here we go with that corny shit" Chris rolled his eyes. "stop, I think it's cute" you pouted at him and turned back to the screen. The first pair that was shown were an elderly couple, the woman was first to notice and pointed it out to her husband. when he saw the screen he gently cupped her face and gave her a soft kiss. "aww that's so sweet" Your eyes widened at the sight, a slight pout forming on your lips. Chris tried to suppress his smile but failed. He leaned down, his breath tickling your ear "that's gonna be us in 40 years." You blushed at his words, your eyes peering into his "yeah? you think so?" "oh I know so 100%" Chris said with confidence. You couldn't help but smile at his words, you loved that he was thinking of a future with you.
The next pair on the kiss cam brought you out of your trance. It was a father and his daughter, the girl looked no older than 3. The father pointed to the screen to show his little girl they were on tv, the girl grinned ear to ear clapping her little chubby hands together. The father kissed his baby's cheeks and she let out a happy giggle. The whole stadium erupted into awes, smiling at the wholesome interaction in front of them.
Chris's arm's were drawing patterns on your shoulder mindlessly, he was distracted by the bustling crowds of people walking up and down the stairs to notice that you were trying to get his attention. "Chris..." no response "Chris" you repeat, again no response. "Chris." you say a little louder this time, this catches his attention "hm?" he questions with a lazy look. You point at the screen in front of you. He looks over expecting to see another couple you found cute, what he saw wasn't what he expected at all.
On the screen, he saw himself and you displayed in front of everyone that was inside TD garden, not to mention the thousands of people watching the game live on television and he knew some of those people were probably his fans. His eyes widened at the sight, on different circumstances he would've kissed you on the spot not caring about a thing. But this was different.
You've gotten enough hate just for hanging out with the triplets and being in their videos, imagine how much hate you'd get for kissing one of them? Let alone dating. You and Chris kept your relationship hidden from the public for years knowing that you would get crucified if some of the fans found out.
You were in a state of panic not knowing what to do. You looked at your boyfriend for answers, he was just as clueless. You looked back at the screen hoping it would've moved onto another couple, it didn't. The camera was still on the two of you. "I swear whoever's operating this is praying on our downfall" You nervously chuckle Chris is silent, still in a state of shock. "just kiss already!" some stranger said from afar.
Chris's thoughts were running wild in his mind, He didn't want his fans to go ballistic on you but the thought of the two of you kissing in front of thousands of people was making him go crazy, he wanted to show the world that you were his and his only.
"Fuck it." Chris grabbed your face with both hands pulling you into a forceful kiss. You were stunned. Chris pulled away, grinning ear to ear at your surprised expression. The kiss cam moved on to another couple soon after, not paying attention to the two of you anymore. "I can't believe you just did that" you say astonished. Chris still grinning, faced towards the ice and shrugged "I mean we were on the kiss cam right? we had to" "but your f-" "don't worry about it ma I'll deal with it" Chris grabbed your hand interlocking it with his, bringing it up to his lips and kissing the back of your palm. You had a shy smile plastered on your face "I uh.. thought you said kiss cams were corny" "they are" "then why'd you kiss me?" you questioned. You knew the answer, he knew you knew the answer. "Oh y'know, we couldn't let the people be disappointed" trying to act as nonchalant as possible, failing terribly. "of course of course" you played along.
The intermission ended and the game continued. Chris had a hard time focusing on the game, his mind wandering to the events that had just unfolded a few minutes ago. He wanted to for so long to show everyone that the two of you were together and he finally did. He didn't care what the haters had to say, all that mattered to him was that you were his and that he was yours.
hours later....
You and Chris went inside the house. Both of you were exhausted, you planned to take a nice warm shower and to finally get some sleep. But someone had other plans..
"what the fuck were you guys THINKING?" Nick screamed at the two of you. Matt watches from the couch with amusement, holding Trevor in his lap. "what are you-" you were about to question him but the man cut you off by shoving his phone in your face. On it was a clip of you and Chris kissing on the kiss cam. "oh.." Soft chuckles came out of Matt's mouth "you both are fucked everyone is going insane." He was right, that video has a million likes and hundreds of thousands of comments.
"Are you guys mentally okay!? Did you not use your brains for a second!? Why on EARTH did you do that!?" Chris rolled his eyes at his brother's antics. "Nick what the fuck were we supposed to do? The stupid cameraman wouldn't move on until we kissed each other" "You could've said no!" "Its fine Nick, whatever's happened happened. You don't gotta worry about it anymore kay?" Chris shrugged. "fine fine but you're gonna have to deal with this cause i most certainly am not. Good night." Nick put both his arms up in surrender and walked to his room.
Matt got up from his spot from the couch. He walked up to you both, he gave Chris a supportive pat on the shoulder and he shot you a reassuring smile before walking up to his room, Trevor following close behind.
You plopped down on the couch, your face was buried in your hands. "we shouldn't have done that" you groaned, your voice filled with regret. Chris sat down next to you "hey.. it's gonna be fine, I promise if anyone tries some shit I'll block them and they will no longer have access to any Sturniolo Triplet content" His hands went to his cheeks as he gave a faux surprised look. You laugh "you can't block them all" "yeah but if I block 3 of them I'm sure the rest will get the message" He grins. You shake your head in disbelief, a playful smile resting on your face. "alright now no more sadness we just came back from an awesome bruins game and we need to keep the good vibes goin'. I'll run you a bath yeah?" With that Chris ran up the stairs to the bathroom. You couldn't help but chuckle, somehow that man always knew how to make you laugh even in the most dire situations.
You picked up your phone opening Tiktok, you weren't surprised when the first video that popped up was the kiss cam clip. You knew you shouldn't, you knew what you were about to do was dumb, but you couldn't help it the curiosity of peoples opinions took over. You opened the comment section bracing yourself for the hate and insults
comments:
user3453985: I KNEW IT
user7654876: I'm not even surprised they were so bad at hiding it I LOVE THIS THO
user2832733: AWWW CUTIES 🩷🩷🩷
user003328: they're perfect together omg!
user22383: @user33314 like who? you? girl please sit down.
User33314: really? her? he could do sm better tbh. 🤷♀️
As you were reading the comments your smile got bigger and bigger. Sure there was some hate, but the amount of positive comments were drowning them out almost completely. Everything might be okay after all.
pairing; Chris sturniolo x fem!singer!french!character (doesn’t really matter the character is a singer or French it’s just mentioned once)
synopsis; Chris finds out his gf used to date one of their mutual friends and he has to make sure his gf prefers him
Authors note; this used to be a Nick fic but I thought that would flop so I made it a Chris one so I’m sorry if I didn’t fix it completely 😞
lowercase intended , not proof-read at all , x character , 940 words (my longest fic yet 😛)
"What’s an embarrassing crush story you have?”
Nick read the question from his phone. Him, his two brothers, Chris and Matt, and Chris’ girlfriend, Kassi, were answering questions from a q&a on instagram for a YouTube video.
“You know, I really think god put me on this earth to be a singer,”
Kassi started, but she was slightly interrupted by a fit of giggles from the triplets. She started again.
“Like when I was fourteen I wrote a series of poems for a boy I liked,”
The three boys whipped their heads around shocked at the boy.
“Wait, Who was it?”
“Did he like you back?”
Matt, the boy sitting in the drivers seat asked, interrupting Chris’ ‘who was it’ question, but Kassi seemed to ignore Matt’s.
“It was Carter,”
That answer surprised and slightly angered Chris, which was visible by the scrunch of his eyebrows. Carter was a friend of both of theirs, and Kassi was his girlfriend—neither of them had ever mentioned having had dated.
“Did he like you back?”
Matt repeated his question, still smiling from the shock and laughter he felt previously.
“…yeah,”
matt, nick, and Kassi irrupted into a fit of laughter, while Chris sat consumed in his own angry thoughts. once it died down, Chris began to speak.
“You never told me you dated Carter,”
“It never came up, and it doesn’t matter it was when we were like fourteen.”
Kassi chuckled again, justifying her action. Chris rolled his eyes and began to speak.
“Okay, usually when you date someone and you used to date one of their friends, you kind of have to tell them that,”
Chris said with sarcastic undertones.
“Okay, sorry? I didn’t think it was that serious it was for like three months when we were fourteen, babe.“
“Okay,okay! Let’s talk about something else— the next question is do you know any other languages?”
Nick, the boy in the back seat of the car interrupted the couple to brighten the mood.
“Okay well, three months is a long time to date someone and never tell anyone about it.”
Chris said while not looking at Kassi and sulking.
“Chris, are you serious? It was twelve weeks—“
“Kassi is French! Tell ‘em Kass,”
Matt mentions, as a second attempt to interrupt the couples argument but the car remains silent minus nicks stifled giggles.
“I’m barely French, my parents are American.”
The rest of the video was mildly awkward, Chris only entertaining conversations when Kassi wasn’t a part of them, and Nick and Matt became their own sense of comedy while Kassi and Chris sat miserably in in silence.
—
Kassi had to stay with the triplets as her friend, alex couldn’t pick her up until an hour—because he was busy. Kassi laid on Chris’ bed, scrolling on TikTok.
Chris walks in and sees Kassi on his bed and groans, but ignores her and walks over to his desk anyway.
“What, I’m not allowed to lay on my boyfriend’s bed because I slept with someone who wasn’t you?”
“You— you’re an idiot.”
Chris goes to ask what she meant by that, but he decides he doesn’t want to know and doesn’t want to speak to her. Kassi hops off Chris’ bed to confront him about the insult.
“Why are you so upset anyway? You usually let me call every man I see hot and sexy— why are you so mad I dated someone who wasn’t you?”
Chris looked down at Kassi and rolled his eyes for the thousandth time that night. He sighed and then began to explain.
“It’s just— Carter is so cool,”
“Not cooler than you.”
“Fuck off.”
Chris giggled at his girlfriend’s interruption. He started explaining again.
“Like he’s in college, he’s super good looking, and you’re super hot too and, I just feel like a downgrade. I already feel like when people see us together they’re like ‘what the hell is she doing with him’, so knowing you’ve dated that son of a bitch just makes that feeling worse.”
Chris felt his eyes well up with tears as Kassi grabbed his shoulders and pulled him in to a deep hug.
“Chris you’re so handsome, I would pick you over Carter a thousand times, even if I was a random person walking down the street. I love your eyes,”
Kassi pulled away and kissed nicks eye. Chris giggled and tried (not very hard because truly he didn’t want her to stop) to push her away.
“And I love you nose, and hair, and lips,”
Kassi began to kiss each of Chris’ features while Chris half-assed a plead for her to stop. She finally did (to Chris’ dismay) and they crawled to the head of Chris bed and held each other.
“Thank you baby, sorry I called you an idiot.”
“Oh, it’s fine. I’ve been called worse.”
Chris chuckled. Kassi lifted her head from Chris’ chest and looked up at him through her eyelashes.
“God—you’re so pretty,”
“Thanks.”
Chris smiled and planted a deep kiss on Kassi’s lips.
can you watch my boyfriend, please? - n. sturniolo
🫧 nick sturniolo x male!reader
🫧 the “can you babysit my boyfriend” tiktok couples trend done with our lovely nicolas!!
🫧 just fluff.
🫧 560 words.
🫧 hello lovelies!! thank you kindly for wanting to read!! i did a chris version of this initially and it made me want to do one for the others as well, so here we are!! enjoy reading & much love!! <3 (ps. happy pride my loves!! 🩷)
matt version
“Hey y’all, can you watch my boyfriend for me, please? I’ll be back quick, promise,” you say, setting the phone up against a stray glass.
“What the fuck?” Nick says, looking confusedly at the camera then up at you.
“Be good,” you say, placing a kiss on his cheek and walking away.
“Be good?” Nick looks offended by your departing statement. “The fuck? I’m always good. You guys know I’m always good, right?” He asks the camera.
Nick rolls his eyes. “Anyway. I was just editing this weeks Wednesday video which I think is one of our best because it’s funny as fuck.”
“Y’know, you gotta be your own biggest fan, it’s the only way you’ll get anywhere creatively. It’s the same as being your own biggest critic,” he says with a nod of his head. Then he looks directly into the camera seriously. “But you have to know how to balance them out. Like, you have to know when something you made is shit, and know if you have to start over or rework it.”
“Anyway, I’m really bummed out that I don’t have tickets to Melanie Martinez’s The Trilogy Tour,” he says with a slight pout, tapping at the touchpad of his laptop. “I would’ve loved to hear Detention live. And the videos I’ve seen of her concerts before, her outfits always eat! And her stage presence, my God, it’s otherworldly!”
Nick suddenly rolls his eyes as he remembers something. “Ugh, so I went to ask Matt to take me to the store yesterday because we were out of Dr. Pepper, mind you, it’s one in the afternoon, and I walk into his room and he’s absolutely dead asleep.”
“Oh, we went to Target today, and I fucking tripped in a crowded ass aisle like the clumsy fukcer I am,” Nick lets out a huff. “Like it’s embarrassing as fuck when there’s like three different age ranges laughing at you.”
Nick goes to say something else but is cut-off by his bedroom door creaking open. He watches as you walk in and over where he’s sitting at his desk.
He feels you stand behind him, putting your chin in his hair. “Hey I’m back, thanks again for watching him yall. I hope he was good for you!”
Nick rolls his eyes up towards you. “Of course I was good,” he says with an irritated huff. “I’m always good.”
You let out a laugh, placing a kiss into his hair while reaching over him to end your phone’s recording.
—
comments
count on nick to always come at us with some wise words of encouragement ❤️
“yes nick, you’re always good” we all say in unison
nicks offense at being told to be good is sending me into oblivion 😭
is nick alluding that there’s a real og-ness to this week’s wednesday video?????
oh the pain of embarrassing yourself in public 😣
i am matt matt is me bc i too annoy everyone around me by sleeping in till 1pm :)
i feel your pain on not having tickets to melanie’s tour. god bless for tour videos on my fyp 🙏
oh dr pepper lovers rise!!
the affection & the kisses 💓💓
okay but i wanna know what nick was gonna say before the door opening interrupted him…
who else is happy that nick is in a happy loving healthy relationship???? 💛💛💛
synopsis; the reader is a musician who is performing in front a large audience for the first time, but finn isn’t there to support them :(
authors note; every time I see a clip of Olivia Rodrigo and Louis Partridge I gain a year of life (Louis at Olivia's concerts inspired this fic thx yall) , also this feels so clunky i’m sorry if the chunks of text are difficult to read 😭
lowercase intended , not proof-read , 667 words , originally was an x character
Y/n threw off the hoodie they were wearing, before pulling out their phone to call their boyfriend, Finn. They were preforming for the first time, in front of an audience of at least 9,000 people which obviously had them on edge, and left without comfort.
Finn was supposed to be coming but, he was busy doing interviews and events for his new movie. And honestly he had plenty of time to get there after, but jumping back into the spotlight had him busy and out of time for personal affairs. Finn always came to y/n's concerts, but usually they were smaller, way smaller.
"You're coming over later though, right?"
Y/n asked through the phone to Finn.
Of course, make sure to get Millie or Caleb to send me a video, okay?
"I'll tell them,"
Y/n sighed.
I love you so much, I'm so sorry I can't make it
"It's fine. I'll be fine— as long as you come over later!"
Y/n felt a lump arise in their throat. Something about Finn seeming so close but being so far away, made y/n almost angry.
You know I will! And we can do whatever you want when I get there
"Thanks Finn, love you. Okay, I gotta go get ready, my designer is here, bye."
Bye, I love you, and I'm so proud of you
"Yeah, I love you too, and thanks."
Y/n hung up and held their head in their hands, until the kind designer offered their comfort— then got started on getting y/n ready.
After about 40 minutes of the stage being occupied with other artists preparing the crowd for y/n, it was finally their turn to perform.
Y/n walked onto the stage, hearing their heart bounding in their ears along with the multitude of applause— sure they were going to fuck something up somehow.
"Hello everyone, holy shit I'm so nervous,"
Y/n giggles into the mic, making everyone else in the audience laugh. They scanned the audience for anyone they knew, before finding Millie and Caleb in the middle of the venue— which gave them an ounce of peace.
"Should I tell you the song or, you know what you'll figure it out,"
Y/n stops themselves from speaking any further, worried about embarrassing themselves anymore than they already felt and started to play their most popular single. Once they heard the crowd singing along, they started to feel more at ease.
The concert had ended about an hour later, y/n went to go find Millie and Caleb, to thank them for coming and to ask if they got any good videos.
As y/n was leaving the venue, they were stopped by a multitude of people asking for pictures and acknowledgment. They took as many as they could before trying to run away, though they couldn't get far before they felt a hand slip into theirs.
They looked up to see who the hell had suddenly grabbed their hand, until they noticed a familiar head of dark hair and big brown eyes.
"you were great! the set list was so fucking good,"
Finn spoke into y/n's ear while y/n tried their hardest to engulf finn in the biggest hug they could while still walking to the exit.
"when the hell did you get here?"
y/n asked pure excitement shining through their words.
"i got here basically the second you started, although i saw a bit of TV Girl when i came,"
y/n smiled and continued to walk with finn holding their hand out of the venue, and finally getting to their car while finn showed y/n all the badass videos he took of them on stage.
ive had this idea for a while and i need to write it :)
summary: chris meets a girl at a cafe in paris
pairings: chris sturniolo x black! girl
literally all the sturniolo fics r made for white girls i cant take it anymore so here u go
blue text is translated !!
“you guys suck.” chris said, digging into his pocket for some euros.
“chris just go order the fucking coffee so we can go.”
chris rolled his eyes and pushed open the door to the cafe, walking in and immediately being greeted by the smell of coffee and flowers.
“bienvenu!” a dark skin girl in a green apron with brown hair called from behind the counter. she was absolutely stunning and just had this smile that was incredible. “que voudriez-vous?” she spoke in the cutest accent.
welcome, what can i get you
chris paused for a second to try and understand. he had picked up a few french phrases for the trip but as cute as her accent was it was very thick and she spoke fast. to add to it, she was definitely the prettiest girl he had ever seen- ever. she tilted her head at him and gave a weak smile, making him realize he had just been staring at her for a moment blankly.
“um.. can i have- puis-je avoir.. un café et un-”
“i speak english.” she smiled, rolling her lips together and looking at him. chris sighed in relief.
“oh thank god. can i have a small iced coffee with sugar, milk and a chocolate croissant?”
she nodded and began to ring him up. “your french is not terrible, you know. it’s the way you speak.”
“what do you mean?”
“un café et un croissant? the sentence was correct. but you aren’t confident in your french, no?”
chris nodded. “how did you know i was gonna get a croissant?”
“that’s what all american tourists order.” she laughed, reaching into the glass counter to get a croissant.
“salut.” another girl spoke as she came from the back, tying an apron around her waist. she looked up at chris and then to the girl behind the counter, smiling. “un garçon américain?” she asked, shifting her eyes back and forth. the girl nodded.
hey, an american boy?
“il est mignon.” the girl said to her coworker in a teasing voice
he’s cute
chris looked back to the girl at the counter with a confused expression and she only waved her hand to dismiss it. “ignore her.” she looked at her coworker and through gritted teeth said “š'en aller!”
leave!
the girl put her hands up defensively and disappeared into the back again leaving the two in the empty cafe, the sound of the espresso machine rumbling to fill the silence as she prepared his order.
“do you come here often?” chris asked, immediately realizing how fucking stupid the question sounded as soon as he asked it.
she didn’t seem to mind it though, in fact she laughed. “yes i find myself here all the time.. seeing as i own the cafe and all.” her tone was sarcastic but nice.
he ran a hand through his hair. “that’s not what i meant- your american accent is really good, kind of like you live there or something.”
she nodded. “thank you. i study in america.”
“really, where?”
she bagged the chocolate croissant and then slid it to him before stirring the coffee and poking a straw through the plastic lid.
“emerson, it’s in boston.”
chris smiled. “i live near boston!”
she smiled back at him, and it wasn’t a fake smile for a customer. it seemed genuine. “where do you live?”
“somerville,” he said, “i think emerson is like twenty minutes away.”
(might not be accurate but how tf would i know, i don’t have their address)
“how long are you in paris for?” placing her hands on the counter and tilting her head.
“a few more days, i’m traveling with my brothers.”
“any plans for tonight?”
he thought for a second. “no, not really.”
“well if you haven’t already you should check out bambina, it’s amazing and tourist friendly.”
“tourist friendly?” chris asked, taking his receipt and sipping the coffee.
she nodded. “uh most restaurants in paris will take advantage of you.. they think americans are.. how you say.. stupid?” she joked, fixing her hair over her shoulder.
chris laughed. “well maybe if we have a french girl at the table they won’t play us.”
she raised an eyebrow at him. “are you inviting me to dinner?”
“only if you wanna go.”
she nodded. “give me your phone.”
chris took his phone and unlocked it, handing it to the dark skin girl. she typed her number in before handing it back to him.
“it’s nice to meet you.. ivy.” he spoke, finally catching her name.
“nice to meet you too..”
“chris! chris sturniolo.”
he stuck his free hand out and she laughed and shook it. “ivy maüsee. enchanté.”
nice to meet you.
“well..i guess i’ll see you for dinner tonight.” chris slid his phone back into his pocket and looked at her for confirmation.
ivy nodded. “i guess you will. take care.”
“you too.”
as soon as he was out of the store he looked at matt and nick. “..what the fuck does enchanté mean?”
synopsis; matts gf's mother language is french, but they only communicate in english. until one day she says something in french and is surprised when matt understands her!
authors note; yk i never really got the hype with the sturniolos when they started popping off but now.. i get it. — also lunaires race isn’t mentioned but she’s meant to be black :)
lowercase intended, x character , 410 words
"hello my lover!"
lunaire sings with her thick french accent, while bursting into matts room, and flopping on his bed while he sat at his desk.
he climbs out of his desk chair and pulls her into a hug and kisses her face a million times.
"how are you my love?"
"well. I have to do work for school, but im procrastinating. what were you doing?"
she asks, taking off her shoes and outside clothes and climbing into matts bed.
"you really should do you schoolwork babe, i can be with you while you do it,"
matt offers with a smile.
"but its going to take forever, i have too many classes,"
lunaire whines, while matt sits on the other end of his bed next to here.
"oh la la, je'n veux pas! parfois je souhaite tu n'étais un bon copain."
(ugh, i don't wanna! sometimes i wish you weren't a good boyfriend.)
lunaire groans and covers her face with matt's blanket, knowing only she would understand what's she's just said.
"Aw, you think I'm a good boyfriend?"
matt asks while pulling her into a big hug and smiling.
lunaire hadn't known matt spent days on end reading books to learn french and spending countless hours on duolingo, so he could understand her when she needed to speak freely.
"how did you know what i said?"
"duolingo. Lots of it."
matt responds with a grin.
"Vraiment?!"
(really?!)
"yeah, maybe like two hours everyday for like three weeks straight, or was it three?"
matt began to count on his fingers, but was interrupted by a huge hug from his girlfriend.
"je t'aime tellement, tellement, beaucoup."
(i love you so, so, much)
"i love you so, so, much too babe."
“say it en français, s’te plaît,”
(in french, please)
lunaire asked with a persuasive pout.
“je t’aime?”
matt repeated the phrase he’d heard previously, causing lunaire to cringe at his bad pronunciation.
“c’est d’accord, we’ll work on that!”
(that’s okay)
lunaire and matt laughed, while she kissed him a million times, and engulfed him in another massive hug.
pairing ; jacob elordi x gn! costume designer reader
synopsis ; the reader is a costume designer for Saltburn and when jacob goes to get his hair and makeup done he meets the reader and basically swoons over them and then asks them out awww
authors note ; jacob elordi with an eyebrow ring actually sent me into a coma i could not take it
lowercase intended , not proof-read , 515 words
jacob always loved hair and makeup. he loved adding his creative liberties and exploring his characters with their physical appearances. and when he got casted for Saltburn, he was most excited to see (and create) felix's look.
he climbed through the trailer door, greeting his coworkers inside.
"hello, I'm y/n, I'm the costume designer— obviously, um, do you have any ideas you wanna throw out there for Felix? i know Emerald wants him to have kind of a shaggy haircut, but if you want to add anything to his appearance that'd be cool!"
jacob's mouth slightly parted in awe and his cheeks turned a suble pink. he noticed how welcoming Y/n's smile and voice was and articulate they were, and he admired it.
"yeah, um, i think— i'd thought it'd be cool if he had a face piercing of some sort, like an eyebrow ring,"
jacob stammered slightly, mentally cursing stumbling over his words.
"oo, i like it! I think it would add more to his rebelliousness kind of. and i think you'd look good with an eyebrow ring, especially with the longer haircut— i love it, lets get started!"
y/n fumbles with Jacobs hair, then pulls him into the Make-up chair. he can feel his heart beat out of his chest at just the small verbal and physical attention y/n had given him.
when Jacob finished in hair and makeup, he could not get his mind off y/n. every tug of his hair was so gentle, and they had miles and miles of things in common— which only made jacob feel overwhelmingly infatuated with them.
After the day of shooting was over and jacob had begun to leave, he saw y/n talking to Barry while closing and locking up the trailer. He stood and waited for their conversation to be over— although he didnt have to wait long before y/n noticed him staring and ending their conversation.
"hey jacob, did you need something? I noticed you staring so,"
y/n trailed off with a chuckle.
"yeah, sorry i just um, i was just wondering if you— if i could have your number? and if we could maybe, i dont know—like, hangout sometime?
"you want to go on a date?"
jacob felt his throat go dry.
"i mean, only if you also want to,"
jacob trailed off in embarrassment. y/n giggled and held their hand out for his phone, then put their number in.
"i'll see you tomorrow jacob,"
y/n smiled while walking away. once y/n was far enough, jacob did a little victory dance.
